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All In Metaphor

The sky is too overcast,

For a December morning,

But it reflects the vibe,

Of my cloudy mind.

As I drive through,

On a familiar road,

To a familiar place,

Where a piece of my heart resides.

I wonder why,

It has to be this way,

Endings to some beginnings when,

I think it deserves more of my time.

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